The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... its tail . But , by addings and alterings not previously planned , - digressions chance - hatched , like birds ' eggs in the sand , —and dawdlings to suit every whimsy's de- mand , ( always freeing the bird which I held in my hand , for ...
... its tail . But , by addings and alterings not previously planned , - digressions chance - hatched , like birds ' eggs in the sand , —and dawdlings to suit every whimsy's de- mand , ( always freeing the bird which I held in my hand , for ...
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... its vertical section was shorter , by an inch and two tenths , or ' twixt that and a quarter . You have watched a child playing - in those wondrous years when belief is not bound to the eyes and the ears , and the vision divine is so ...
... its vertical section was shorter , by an inch and two tenths , or ' twixt that and a quarter . You have watched a child playing - in those wondrous years when belief is not bound to the eyes and the ears , and the vision divine is so ...
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... its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more than was right , Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite . " Now , Daphne , -before she was happily treei- fied , - Over all other blossoms the lily had deified , And when ...
... its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more than was right , Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite . " Now , Daphne , -before she was happily treei- fied , - Over all other blossoms the lily had deified , And when ...
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... it's A terrible thing to be pestered with poets ! But , alas , she is dumb , and the proverb holds good , She never will cry till she's out of the wood ! What wouldn't I give if I never had known of her ? " Twere a kind of relief had I ...
... it's A terrible thing to be pestered with poets ! But , alas , she is dumb , and the proverb holds good , She never will cry till she's out of the wood ! What wouldn't I give if I never had known of her ? " Twere a kind of relief had I ...
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... its relations to plain bread and butter . When he left Alma Mater , he practised his wits In compiling the journals ' historical bits , - Of shops broken open , men falling in fits , Great fortunes in England bequeathed to poor printers ...
... its relations to plain bread and butter . When he left Alma Mater , he practised his wits In compiling the journals ' historical bits , - Of shops broken open , men falling in fits , Great fortunes in England bequeathed to poor printers ...
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